New Ulm weekly review., 1887-02-16
AMYSTERI0IJS LOVE EPISODE.

Z ithls MISS sCralgle :?
4 don't think, Cousin Barbara, that
ever mentioned the word marriage;
before [ speak Of such a thing must
first discover If sweet Madge Craigie
loves me"
Sweet Madge Craigie, indeed! Fan
cy calling her sweet! Commend me to a
man for being taken in by pair Of
bright eyes and a silly giggle! No man
ever knew yet who was his truest friend
Miss Craigie isn't yours"
MY dear cousin, you are prejudiced.
Madge has lived great deal abroad,
and acquired manners which will ac-
knowledge do not exactly resemble
those you are accustomed to see every
day; but she is none the less true and
loyal and womanly on that account,
while she is certainly ten times more
fascinating than most of the people one
meets"
"Humph!" growled Cousin Barbara.
Well, those who live the longest will
see the most "
Then there was silence, Trevor lane,
who was an artist, went on with his
painting, and the middle-aged spinster
he called Cousin Barbara sewed her
white seam with much diligence as she
sat in the sunlight on an old settle by
the window.
Cross gained though Barbara was,
there was one being she loved with
deep, fervent devotion, and that being
was Trevor Lane. And so she ought,
Tor he had been the kindest Of friends
to her. Left at the age of fifty, without
sixpence, Trevor Lane, who was only
her second cousin, had invited her to
come and live with him and manage
his house for him. This for the last five
years she had done right CONSCIENTIOUS
iy, both as regards housekeeping and
The giving Of such good advice as she
considered a young man required.
Trevor Lane accepted both services
with apparent gratitude, bearing the in
Fiction Of constant advice with so much
resignation, even cheerfulness, that he
,proved himself to be a thoroughly good
tempered fellow.
The fact was he was truly sorry for
his cousin Barbara, who had, he con-
sidered been soured by bad treatment
in the past; and, though it was no fault
of his, yet lie was resolved, if possible,
to make her life fair and happy in the
future Hence every cross he answered
with a caress, every recommendation
that he should alter his ways with a
promise that he would be circumspect
And so five years had dawdled on,
and the summer at Heathfeld, about
ten miles from London, where Trevor
Lanes studio and pretty home were sit
uated, came and went with but few in
cidents to disturb the current Of the
cousins ways-till Madge Craigie came
This was the evil day for which Cous-
In Barbara had never ceased to look
the day on which Trevor Lane would
elect to devote to another some portion
eof the love she wished to appropriate
wholly to herself.
Trevor was not yet thirty, how
could she expect it to be otherwise q"
she would ask herself, repeatedly.
Then she would shake her head and
smutter: "If could only like her; but
E this Madge, this Aighty, silly Madge-
W LILY 1lSfOI!r AL, IlS OOllS.
in Barbara failed utterly to recognize
that whoever the girl was on whom
Trevor bestowed his affection, she
would consider her Objectionable and
displeasing.
For long while there was no sound
heard in the studio save the flies buz-
sMng on the window panes and the old
clock ticking on the nantel-shelf Ire
vor himself at last broke the silence.
Madge is coming here this evening,
4 Cousin Barbara-You will be civil to
her for nv sake will you not ?"
Miss Barbara looked up suddenly and
saw The light of love in Trevors fash
j ing eyes, the glow Of a deep passion on
his handsome. face, and the sight Of it
seemed to chill her heart to ice.
She answered coldly: Miss Craigie
wants no warm words from me; since
you can utter them so glibly tits enough; !;
but for the last time I say-beware.
Trevor Lane went on working dehber-
ately at his picture; and Miss Barbara
hudaling up the white work on which
she was enga..ad into a bundle. escaped
with il into her own apartment.
When this scene took place the after
noon was already pretty far advanced,
and the month being May, it was not
very late when the sun finally departed
behind the western hills. Trevor could
no longer see to paint, but he fingered
-on in the studio, gazing dreamilJ at his
picture till it was nearly dark.
AT last he shook himself back into
reality and raising some porsieres which
divided tho studio from the dwelling
room III which he and Barbara usually
SAT, he went IN. sturck match and
lighted asiamp which stood on his own
particular writing table.
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